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"William O'Connor and Nellie O'Connor occupy a large place in my memory—not in my memory alone, but in

And now that William is no more—now that William is gone—gone forever, from physical sight—the great,

surpassing William!

She told me many things about the funeral—about William's death—the last days—which it was only possible

And so I was breathed upon by her presence, what the sight of her recalled—the grand days—William."

O'Connor had not said anything today about William's stories, but he was "in favor of having them put

On Keats, Byron, Kirke White, others, this scurrility, abuse, contempt, was bestowed.

No one can know it as I know it—not my nearest friends of the old days—not even William O'Connor, not

Said he had seen by the papers that Talcott Williams was back in town.

Alluded to fact that the Williams' had money.

some number of the Critic—July 8th, June 8th—in which she was told Lowell has something to say about William

I must have an envelope for my pictures—a good strong capacious white envelope—capacious, for the pictures

And to a reference to Talcott Williams—"I have known Talcott Williams now ten years—in a sense intimately—and

It was curious—in those times—whenever the Count went to the White House he took his hat questioned—in

a sample proof first & tell me how much price for 100 " " " " 150 " " " " 200make large envelopes White

printed on —must be pretty strong paper—Some will go in the European or California mail)" inside a white

Gilchrist dined with Talcott Williams last evening.

Williams had intended coming over to see Walt—had he come? No. We talked of public men.

Now, that was peculiarly absent from William—though of course he was not New Englander alone—rather Irish

But William was first of all cheerful—kept up to the last a devil of an interest, energy, in things at

Frank Williams wife is at Atlantic City—communication cut off—W. saying: "Yes, I read in this night's

Morris repeated a saying of Frank Williams': "It's the drapery that causes all the trouble"—and W. laughed

—found it white? White quartz, eh? Very pretty? No inscription? No monument of any kind?"

I have been waiting to see Talcott Williams—I fear the letters are cut—the high protection editors probably

"Talcott Williams was here to see me today—stayed, I suppose, half an hour or so.

William will have to step down and out for good. ["Good-bye, William!"

Bucke and William and I were face to face. William looked up at us.

Then again: "But William? what of William?

William!"

"About William?"

She said she was fagged out—was too tired to enter into particulars: William a week or ten days ago took

I said: "Walt: do you like the William Morris books?"

Faithfully,William D.

"That sounds like a call to battle: no one could do that more wonderfully than William."

I said: "You and William evidently run afoul of each other over Poe."

William is a vehement expounder, propounder: won't let a fellow off with compromises, half measures."

Fellows: he was an uncommon man both in what he looked like and in what he was: nobly formed, with thick white

hair—white as milk: beard: striking characteristics everyhow."

He said: "Probably William: I have passed many of my letters around, as you know—from one to the other

: sometimes starting with Bucke, sometimes with William: now and then with Kennedy."

"I have had more letters: one from Nellie O'Connor: she does not write very hopeful news: William is

Nellie says also that for the first time William is himself despondent—thinks the outlook a poor, a hopeless

I am a little sorry for Nellie: she is physically of the delicate intellectual type: William is heavy—now

"William was truly a temperance man: in the real sense so: he used to enjoy wine—an occasional glass,

Furness (William Henry) spoke at Unity Church Sunday.

s own skepticism had "preceded Donnelly's book"—even preceded his O'Connor experiences—"though William

W. said: "William speaks of Winter as Littlebillwinter—all one word: I often think of Ben Jonson as Littlebenjonson—all

He asked me: "You have not so far met William?

heard from him, what was the matter: she felt the seriousness of his condition: but she said that William

["I wish it did, William," interrupted W., "but I'm afraid it does not."]

William will have to step down and out for good. ["Good-bye, William!"

["A very low hand, William, if we tell the truth: a damned low hand!"]

William handles that better than anyone else.

["I enjoy William's epithets without always agreeing with him.

"I'd like to have pictures of William, John, you fellows, as good as this: it would make quite a gallery

W. said: "William's the one I want most to hear from but he is as still as the grave."

He should see William: see what he makes of it all: report to us.

William's in a bad way: Bucke could examine him candidly: in medicine Doctor is a wonderful diagnoser

I spoke up: "Stedman said to me in a letter that William was the most brilliant letterwriter in the English

He wasn't slow in saying: "I suppose I am: William is certainly the brilliantest man who ever came within

O'Connor.W. said: "I'm glad I don't deserve the lambasting William gives Saint Anthony.

I said, "William calls him skunk, but I don't see why the skunk's one amiable fault should subject him

"That's the best yet: we must repeat that to William." I read a Cornhill paper today on slang.

"It was sent me by this man"—pointing to the author's name, William B.

Then he added: "What a difference there is between William's and Maurice's letters!

Maurice has no distinct talent that way: William seems to have every talent."

O'Connor.W. said: "William's imagination is copious: he can make heavy of the lightest thing—yes, and

William is rather cuter in all that than Maurice: his great talents all lay in that direction: but as

William himself says there, it was a thing for Maurice to finally decide for himself."

so frequently happens: the differences between people are remarkable: Nellie is somber, overgrave: William

William can sit up: he can read: but it seems he cannot write: some forms of paralysis affect the nerves

He acknowledged it: "I am brooding over William: I can't shake the cloud off: I want to go to him: yet

Poor William—poor me: I want him to live, I want him to die: "I can't think of being left in the world

[W. broke in: "Oh, William, William! it wasn't, it wasn't! God help us!"]

William? that's a fighting word!" laughing.]

This morning Doctor Bucke sends me William's letter.

Poor William! poor all of us!" I said again: "Rich all of us, too! Rich William! rich Walt!"]

Talked of young Emperor William.

what wouldn't I give to be near enough to William now to see him occasionally."

taught it: grown-up people should be forced to remember it: it is precious, sacred, everlasting: William

There is no change in William: he remains just as he was."

"I sit here doing things, reading, seeing the sky, dawdling along, always with my mind fixed on William

"He came over with Talcott Williams: seemed careless, negligent, indifferent, quiet: you would not say

seems to be digging a grave for our William.

No change in William.

W. protestingly: "No, Tom: you are wrong, wrong, wrong: William is hot: he is a giant—like other giants

"As William's letters all have more or less to contribute to the story of the ups and downs of the Leaves

As you know, I am mainly with them—with Donnelly, with William: but ciphers, three and two make five,

ordinary—principally rabbits and squirrels.Again apologizing for thus troubling you, I amYours Sincerely,William

Shelley wrote to William Godwin and they became friends.

William: maybe it's something that belongs in your treasure box: you have too much stuff, nonsense, in

that box, but nothing of William's comes within such a category.

good points in it, which I took in.I am in great mourning that I can't get my reply to Richard Grant White

letter down on my knee and looked at him: "Well—that is a fusillade, a volley, a charge on the run—William

at his vehementest: a nugget too: God knows what not: when he goes on in that mood William is simply

I said: "William calls Comstock an unmitigated ass." W. laughed most heartily.

"Not a suspicion of a word: I sit here seeing William thousands-wise: he presents himself to me persistently

"I'm afraid I was: William said to me more than once: 'Walt, you're as fast as frozen molasses!'"

fearful road to that great castle "success" which looms up in the dim religious distance, and from which white-winged

Sumner said to William once: 'Whitman would have been all right if he'd only written Democratic Vistas

But he went on: "I had a postal from O'Connor—Nellie O'Connor: William is still in a very sad state:

He says he has sense enough to expect "the worst, as the world calls it": that which, in William's case

would have thought that you might like to know these few particulars about R.B.C.Yours with affection,William

become more impatient, restless: I have tried to have Nellie understand how much I need to know about William

brief experience in the South—an intimate experience while it lasted—was convinced that the 'poor white

The horrible patois attributed to the 'poor white' there in the South (and not to them only—to Western

The great country, in fact, is the country of free labor—of free laborers: negro, white, Chinese, or

Everything is white with snow but the sun has been clear and dazzling all day.

is of a disposition to look with something of favor on my work—which I might say, quoting one of William's

William is always wideawake—always plants both of his two eyes on life.

Bucke's letters often go off into words—off into the air—but William is always true to the scent of himself

W. does not acquiesce in the recent revival of Bewick and William Blake.

wonder what Leaves of Grass would have been if I had been born of some other mother and had never met William

The other jewels were letters from William Michael Rossetti and Mrs.

Watson Gilder to W. and a never-delivered letter from William Swinton to Charles Sumner "to introduce

Richard talked about you with William M.

While I was reading the Swinton letter W. said: "William just let himself go—kept nothing vital back.

Would you have supposed the school-bookman—Swinton—William—could ever so forget himself—wax so eloquent

explains all I wish explained: is personal, confessional: a variegated product, in fact—streaks of white

the Hicks and said: "It makes him look like a cross between an Injun and a Nigger, without a drop of white